Escape to Paradise: Luxury Riverfront Living in Corfu!
Escape to Paradise: Luxury Riverfront Living in Corfu! A Review That’s Actually Real (And Maybe a Little Bit Unhinged)
Okay, so, Escape to Paradise. The name alone… sounds like something a travel brochure made up, right? But hey, Corfu. Riverside. Luxury. My bank account whimpered a little, but curiosity (and a healthy dose of “treat yourself” guilt-tripping) won out. And, well, the results… Let’s just say they were complicated.
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Accessibility:
Right off the bat, I have to give them props. Accessibility is a major plus- with Wheelchair accessible rooms and facilities on offer. Elevator access is available. I saw ramps and generally a good effort, which, let’s be honest, isn't always the case in Greece. The facilities for disabled guests are definitely a highlight. However, and this is me being slightly grumpy, the website didn't have full details, maybe a little bit more information on specific ramps, or bathroom layouts could be useful?
(Rant Moment #1 – Apologies, It Sets the Tone)
I'm not disabled, per se, but I am clumsy. I tripped on a loose cobblestone on the way to the pool, spilling my (very expensive!) cocktail. Which brings me to safety…
Cleanliness and Safety (COVID-19 Era – Ugh)
Okay, so, post-pandemic, cleanliness is, like, paramount, right? This place gets that. They've got the whole shebang: Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays, Staff trained in safety protocol, the works. I even saw them sterilizing equipment that looked scarier than a dentist's chair. They provide Hand sanitizer everywhere. They have a Hygiene certification. My paranoid little heart was pleased.
Room sanitization opt-out available – A definite plus for those of us who prefer a slightly less sterile environment.
And the Safe dining setup was reassuring. They actually do try, with Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, & Individually-wrapped food options I think.
But Honestly, They're Trying – And That's Half the Battle
Look, it's not perfect. The whole COVID thing still felt… weird. The Physical distancing of at least 1 meter was a bit… awkward at times, especially at the breakfast buffet. Even with the Breakfast takeaway service, I missed the carefree days of elbowing people for the last croissant.
Rooms:
Now, the room itself… Oh, the room. Air conditioning that actually worked (a miracle!), a ridiculously comfortable extra-long bed. Blackout curtains – vital for beating the Corfu sun and my desire to sleep until noon. Free Wi-Fi (thank you, sweet internet gods!) and, of course, the mandatory Wi-Fi [free] in all rooms. Seriously, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is a godsend. It would be an absolute tragedy if I couldn't post pictures on the internet.
My Bathroom Saga: A Tale of Tubs and Towels
The Separate shower/bathtub combo was luxurious. Bathrobes, slippers, and fluffy towels – essential for pretending you’re a movie star. The Hair dryer that worked was a crucial find. The Mirror was huge. Now, the Additional toilet was a plus. But, for the life of me, I could not get the water temperature right in the shower at first. It was either freezing or scalding hot. I spent a good five minutes yelping from the cold and then frantically fiddling with the controls to avoid getting burnt, before finally figuring it out. Small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Feast for the Senses (And My Stomach)
Okay, this is where things get interesting. The Restaurant situation? It’s complex. They have Restaurants, plural! A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant (surprisingly good!), International cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant… it's a foodie paradise. The Poolside bar – dangerously tempting. Happy hour – even moreso.
But the Breakfast [buffet]… Oh, the buffet. It’s where I truly felt like I was living the high life. Western breakfast, Asian breakfast, Breakfast service… pancakes, pastries, fresh fruit, and more bacon than any human should reasonably consume. They kept the coffee flowing, which is crucial for a grumpy reviewer. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was a lifesaver.
My Buffet Breakdown: A Marathon, Not a Sprint
My strategy? Sample everything. First, the pastries (a mistake, I now realize). Then, the fruit. Then, the (inevitably disappointing) bacon. Then, back for another pastry. I did not, repeat not, pace myself. It was a culinary free-for-all. The next day, after overdoing it, I found myself looking for the Soup in restaurant to recover, perfect.
Things To Do (And How to Relax… or Not)
Spa, Spa/sauna. Okay, so, the Spa… it’s divine. Seriously. The Massage was heavenly. I got a Foot bath. And a Body wrap. I even used the Steamroom and for a short while, I just existed in a blissful state of nothingness. The Sauna? Hot and sweety, just the way I like it. The Pool with view? Stunning. You can also work up a sweat in the Gym/fitness.
Rambling Thoughts – The Pool (and My Identity Crisis)
The Swimming pool [outdoor] was gorgeous. Seriously. Sparkling, inviting, and with a view to die for. I spent an afternoon lounging, feeling momentarily like a Greek goddess. Until I realized I’d forgotten sunscreen and was turning a lovely shade of lobster. So, the Poolside bar, it was again. I need more umbrella drinks and less sunshine.
Services and Conveniences (The Stuff That Actually Matters)
Concierge? Super helpful. Daily housekeeping? My room was spotless. Laundry service? Thank goodness! Food delivery? Perfect for those days when you just can’t face leaving your luxurious haven. Currency exchange? Always appreciated. Cash withdrawal? No problem. I'm not going to lie, while I felt the hotel was amazing in many ways, it definitely felt a little detached from the real Corfu. You're shielded in a bubble of pampering.
**Important note: they *do* have *Wi-Fi for special events*, but sadly, the *Business facilities* were wasted on me.
(And Now For The Minor Imperfections… Because Perfection Doesn’t Exist, Sigh)
The Doorman was a bit too enthusiastic sometimes. Seriously, I felt like I had a personal paparazzi every time I went in or out. A minor quibble, but still…
For the Kids:
I didn't have any kids with me, but I did see that they do have Kids facilities, Babysitting service, and a Kids meal. So, bonus points for that. It can probably be hard for a hotel of this kind to be both 'family friendly' and 'romantic'.
Getting Around (And The Tiny Car That Almost Died)
Airport transfer? Convenient. Car park [free of charge]? A lifesaver. I rented a tiny, ancient Fiat (my fault, definitely not the hotel’s) and had to pay for Car park [on-site] on the hotel site.
Check-in/out [express] was a breeze. Check-in/out [private] was even better – made you feel like a VIP.
The Verdict: Worth it? (Maybe, with a Side of Guilt)
Would I recommend Escape to Paradise?
Yes. Absolutely. It's luxurious, they actually try, and the spa is worth the price of admission alone.
It’s not perfect. Nobody is. But for a luxurious escape in Corfu, with everything you could possibly need at your fingertips, this place really does what it sets out to do. And hey, at least you know the towels are clean.
Final Grade: A- (minus points for the doorman and my sunburn).
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River Studios & Apartments, Corfu: An Itinerary (Maybe) and My Sanity Check
Okay, here it is. The plan. The illusion of control. My meticulously (read: hastily) cobbled-together itinerary for a week at River Studios & Apartments in Corfu. Don't expect smooth sailing. Or even smooth planning, to be honest. This whole thing is likely to unravel faster than a cheap swimsuit.
Day 1: Arrival & Existential Dread (aka, Getting There is Half the Battle…Maybe?)
- Morning (Maybe): Arrive at Corfu Airport. The excitement! The anticipation! Mostly the low-level anxiety tinged with the nagging feeling I forgot something vital. Probably sunscreen. Or my passport. Or both. Ugh. Pray to the travel gods the flight wasn't delayed. Heathrow, here we come!!! And I wonder if I'll remember to get a decent airport coffee?
- Mid-morning (ish): Transfer to River Studios. I'm envisioning a charming, sun-drenched drive. Reality will probably involve a sweaty taxi (maybe a dodgy, rattling one), a grumpy driver, and my internal monologue screaming, "ARE WE THERE YET?!"
- Afternoon (The Unpacking Debacle): Check in. Hopefully, the air conditioning works. Pray the sheets are actually clean! And then… the unpacking. The eternal struggle. I'm a terrible unpacker. It will involve a messy explosion of clothes, the valiant attempt to fold things (which invariably fails), and the inevitable discovery of things I definitely shouldn't have packed (like that sequined top. Seriously, where did I think I was going?).
- Evening (Sunset, Souvlaki & a Prayer for Wifi): Unpack done (sort of). Head to a local taverna for dinner. The first souvlaki! This is a crucial moment. If the souvlaki is mediocre, the whole trip is ruined. Okay, maybe not. But a good souvlaki sets the tone. The sunset, as I'm told is spectacular. Let's just hope the wifi is strong enough to actually load the photos of it. And maybe a quick Facetime home, for that mandatory "I'm alive and marginally happy" check-in. Maybe a glass of wine. Because, you know, vacation.
Day 2: Beach Bliss…or the Blistering Sun of Disappointment?
- Morning (The Beach Quest): Ok, so the big plan is to hit a beach. But which one? There's one I read about, Paleokastritsa. Stunning, you know? Pure turquoise water and postcard-perfect cliffs. BUT, I'm also a total wimp when it comes to crowds. So, the quest begins: the search for the perfect sandy cove, without the hordes. This could be a noble undertaking, or an epic fail resulting in hours trawling the road, and I return back to the apartment, defeated.
- Afternoon (Sun, Sand & Self-Doubt): Okay, let's assume I've found a beach. Maybe I've even managed to locate a sunlounger. Then comes the real test: embracing the sheer, unadulterated joy of doing… nothing. Which, for me, is surprisingly difficult. I'll probably spend half the time checking my phone (bad habit, I know!), and the other half mentally composing emails. I really really need to switch off!
- Late Afternoon (Melting Moments): A swim! Maybe a book. Maybe a nap. Possibly a minor sunburn that'll haunt me for the rest of the trip. Hopefully not a catastrophic wardrobe malfunction while attempting to change into a dry swimsuit. Let's just say the sun is more effective at melting me than anything else…
- Evening (Back to the Taverna – Repeat?): Dinner, again. Possibly exploring a different restaurant? Maybe I'll try to be adventurous and gasp order something I can't pronounce. Maybe I'll just stick to the souvlaki. Comfort zone is comfy, right?
Day 3: Corfiot Culture (With a Side of Imposter Syndrome)
- Morning (Old Town Exploration - Stumbling into History): The plan is to wander around Corfu Town. The old fortress, the narrow streets, the Venetian architecture… it's all very "UNESCO World Heritage Site." I'll try to sound intelligent and insightful when I talk about history. But the truth is, I'm more likely to be distracted by the cats (there will be cats, guaranteed), the gelato (obviously), and the persistent fear that I'm wearing the wrong shoes for cobbled streets.
- Afternoon (Museums & Maybes): Maybe a museum? The Archaeological Museum, or maybe the Asian Art Museum… Or maybe I'll just get totally overwhelmed and retreat to a café for a strong coffee and a sneaky pastry. I really, really hope I find some genuine, non-touristy shops to browse, and not just more "I HEART CORFU" t-shirts (though I might buy one anyway).
- Evening (Sunset and… What now?): Back in the town or at the apartment? A little walk? Another gorgeous sunset? Dinner? Trying another local restaurant, because every meal must be an event I suppose. It's tiring sometimes! Time to collapse into bed with a trashy novel and a sigh of contentment.
Day 4: The Day Trip of Doom… or Delight
- Morning (Embarking on Adventure…or Disaster): The ambitious plan (which I am already questioning) is a day trip. To what? Probably a boat trip, to the island of Paxos and Antipaxos, maybe, to visit the blue caves? Or possibly a mountain hike. I'm leaning towards the boat trip. I might throw up. If I don't, I will probably be sunburned. The sheer amount of planning! It is intimidating.
- Afternoon (Salty Air & Seasickness): If I'm on the boat, I'll probably be staring out at the horizon, willing my stomach to behave. The sun will bake my skin. The wind will mess up my hair. I will probably see dolphins. Or maybe, nothing but more seasickness.
- Evening (Tired & Hungry… and probably very content): Back at the apartment, absolutely shattered. If the trip was a success, it will have been worth it. If it was a disaster, at least I have a good story for all the people I know that will likely never travel with me, again. I'm gonna need a big comforting meal and a very, very long sleep. No cooking tonight!
- Reflection: Is it possible I do too much on a trip like this? Am I simply forcing myself to like beaches?
Day 5: Pool Days & the Pursuit of Serenity (lol)
- Morning (Poolside Bliss…Maybe): The schedule is simple: relax. The plan: a day at the pool, attempting to achieve a zen-like state. This might involve a book, or maybe a podcast, or a nap… or, more realistically, a frantic scramble to grab the perfect lounger before someone else snatches it. The biggest struggle, I'm sure, is to avoid the urge to check email.
- Afternoon (Poolside Boredom…or Bliss): Sunshine, water, maybe a cocktail (yes please). This is the part of the trip where I should be truly chilling. But I will probably find it difficult. My mind will wander. I will get the itch to do something. What is wrong with me?!.
- Evening (Dinner, the Ritual): Dinner sounds lovely (maybe) This involves another evening meal. I am sure I will have worked up an appetite. Maybe I'll try some new Greek dishes. Or play it safe, again, and opt for familiarity.
Day 6: Corfu's Hidden Gems (Or Just Getting Lost on Purpose)
- Morning (Exploring the Unexplored): I'm thinking of renting a car (gulp!). Armed with unreliable directions, and a vague sense of adventure, I'll set out to explore the less-touristy corners of Corfu. This could be amazing! Discovering a secret beach, stumbling upon a charming village, or just getting hilariously lost.
- Afternoon (The Joy of Wrong Turns): The beauty of exploring is getting the wrong turn. The joy, the mystery, the chance of finding hidden gems… All while making sure I have gas and that my insurance covers everything.
- Evening (A Farewell Feast?): One final dinner. Trying a new restaurant. Or going back to the one with the amazing souvlaki. Maybe a sunset stroll along the beach. A final toast to Corfu, even if I've only half-embraced it.
Day 7: Departure (or the bittersweet goodbye)
- Morning (Packing, the Nightmare): Packing! The most dreaded activity of all. The moment when you realize you have way too much stuff, and nothing quite fits back into the suitcase. A race against time, and the inevitable guilt of not having done, seen, or eaten enough.
- Afternoon (Goodbye Corfu… Until Next Time?) The drive to the airport. The last glimpses of the island. A final, wistful sigh. The airport, the flight, the long journey home.
So, "Luxury Riverfront Living"... Is it ACTUALLY luxurious? Like, not "luxury" compared to a Motel 6, but *real* luxury?
Alright, let's be real. Luxury is in the eye of the beholder, right? But in this case, yeah, it's pretty damn luxurious. Think less "gold-plated toilet seat" (although, *maybe*...) and more "breathtaking views you could stare at for days." We're talking infinity pools that melt into the Ionian Sea, private chefs who actually *know* how to cook, and enough space to get wonderfully lost.
My personal experience? I arrived, expecting to be immediately overwhelmed by stuffiness. But honestly? It was the *opposite*. I felt unbelievably… relaxed. And the massage? Oh sweet Zeus, the massage. I nearly fell asleep mid-knead, which, let's be honest, is the purest form of luxury.
The catch (because there always is one, isn't there?) is the price tag. Your wallet will weep. But hey, sometimes you gotta splurge. And this? This is a splurge.
Riverfront? Is it like, you're literally *in* the river? Because I'm not sure I want to deal with the bugs…
Okay, deep breaths. No, you are *not* literally IN the river. Although, the water is so clear, you almost feel like you *could* jump right in. The "riverfront" refers to the stunning placement of the villas near the…well, the river. It's more about access to the amazing views and the serene atmosphere.
And speaking of bugs… yes, there are bugs. It's Corfu! It's nature! Accept it. I, for example, was once attacked by a particularly zealous mosquito. It was a fierce battle, mostly me flailing and slapping and losing spectacularly. That said, the villas are well-maintained and I didn't suffer much. It's nothing a little bug spray can't solve. Pack some. Trust me.
What's the food situation like? I'm picturing endless moussaka… which, honestly, isn't a bad thing…
Ah, the food! This is where "Escape to Paradise" REALLY shines. Yes, there's moussaka. Glorious, layered, delicious moussaka. And yes, it's amazing. But it's *so much more*. Think fresh seafood grilled to perfection, salads bursting with sun-ripened tomatoes, and the most unbelievably fragrant herbs you've ever smelled.
You can choose to cook your own meals in the villa, but why would you? The villas offer private chefs who will prepare a feast! I was particularly fond of the chef's daily recommendations. They have a fantastic selection of local wines, and the staff is knowledgeable and passionate about the local cuisine. My only regret? Not writing down the recipes.
Also, don't sleep on the local bakeries. The pastries alone are worth the trip. Just try not to eat ALL of them. (I failed. Miserably.)
How do I get around? Do I need to rent a scooter and become a Corfu daredevil?
Okay, so the scooter thing… it *sounds* romantic, right? Cruise along winding coastal roads, wind in your hair… the reality? Corfu roads are…spirited, shall we say? And you're probably going to get lost.
The good news is, they usually have car rentals. You can also hire a driver. It's the height of luxury, seriously. You can drink all the ouzo you want without worrying about your driving skills. Highly recommend!
I'd also recommend asking the team at the villas about local taxi services, sometimes they have a great list of recommendations.
Seriously, what's the *biggest* downside? Because nothing is perfect, right?
Okay, this is the bit where I get real. The biggest downside? The price. It's eye-watering. You’ll be tempted to sell a kidney. Although, in this luxurious setting, maybe they'd have a doctor on call? (Just kidding… mostly.)
Then you have, the slight feeling of… being disconnected from the real world. It's easy to get caught up in the bubble of luxury, and you might forget about things like… bills… and your rapidly dwindling bank account.
And, and… *sigh*. The internet in Corfu isn't always the most reliable. So if you're glued to your phone for work, consider if you can deal with interruptions. I got super frustrated when the internet cut out and I had to download a movie 5 times! It took like a whole afternoon to enjoy my movie because of that! But, hey, sometimes being slightly disconnected from the world is the best medicine. However, it'd be nice to be able to do some work sometimes.
What if I'm not exactly the "luxury villa" type? Am I going to feel out of place?
Honestly? They seem to have people from a pretty wide range of backgrounds. I went with my friends. One wore a fancy dress to dinner every single night. Another wore the same t-shirt she seemed to have been living in for the past week. Everyone was friendly. You just have to enjoy the trip as it is, don't judge people, and have fun.
But honestly? If you can appreciate beauty, delicious food, and a chance to *completely* switch off, you'll be fine. Just be prepared to feel a little spoiled. And who knows, you might just get used to it…
Is this place actually worth the money?
This is the million-dollar question, isn't it? And honestly, the answer kind of… depends. If you're looking for a cheap getaway? Absolutely not. If you're on a budget? Run screaming in the other direction.
But if you're looking for an *experience*? A chance to completely de-stress and indulge? The answer gets a lot more complicated. The memories I made there are worth the price. The sunsets alone are worth the price! The food? The massages? The general feeling of… being pampered? It's transformative.
So, worth it? For me, yes. But I understand it's not for everyone. Just… maybe start saving now. Because you'll definitely want to go.
Anything else I should know? Secret tips? Hidden gems? Spill the beans!
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